'Failure' - by David Wilding
Failure
by David Wilding (13th August 2006)
Why am I getting it wrong?
What must I do to be right?
Why can't it just be ....,
As good as it should be ....,
Without such a terrible fight?
The gods are conspiring against me
Except that there are none to conspire
My wife and my boy,
And my pride and my joy,
Will never be with me, but against me
I can't even speak to him now
'Cos he speaks in a different tongue
He's just slipping away,
Like I dreaded this day,
He is lost to the jungle of sound.
My hopes just used to be high
I believed that online I could fly
But my plane has no wings,
Just a bundle of twigs,
I crashed down and am waiting to die.
I wanted what? Only the best
I deserved it, but only got stressed
Too much work, little time,
And this stupidest rhyme,
Leaves me stranded and failed all the test.
'Everyone Keeps Asking' - by David Wilding
- Everyone keeps asking Everyone keeps asking how you are I tell them I don't know I suppose you're OK And they wonder Everyone wants to know How you are and what you're doing They never asked before So why now? Why the sudden interest? So what about it? ....
'The Watchman' - by David Wilding
- With his evil smile And sinister grin The Watchman reels me in Thought I'd left him behind Where did he hide? How did he get in? The TV Screen Is his latest scheme To rob me of everything So don't sit tight Cos when you think you're alright ....
'Sport for All' - by David Wilding
- Sport is .... "A game for all" - that's what we're taught. It's when many hard battles are fought, On track, pitch, ground or tennis court. And it's great fun! Come for a swim! Go for a run! Lift some weights! Feel the sun! It's only a game .... ....
'Dreams' - by David Wilding
- What was it? Kick to the past? Wake to the future? Left me feeling stuck back there, Back where times are rough and hard, Danger everywhere, But he is there in it, Somewhere. For the danger is him, through him. Awakens old fears, Old enemies, Pulls back the cover, Opens old wounds, ....
'Little' - by David Wilding
- His little feet are just so sweet Those little hands, his fingers too And when he's looking up at you He surely knows that you are YOU! I see him with his favourite toy He's such a lovely little boy! His favourite things are all so small Will he be fat? Will he be tall? ....
